The other night, we got a knock on the door from a concerned passerby who informed us that a large snake had just slithered into our yard. We thanked him and collected flashlights to go investigate.
And help he did. Between Terry bashing the thing with a shovel and our neighbor stabbing it with a nine foot pole and then cutting its head off with a machete, the snake went down. I was relieved as I did not relish the thought of a huge snake lurking in my yard somewhere-dangerous or not. Turns out that it was a rat snake and was pretty harmless. Unless you consider that it traps and squeezes its food and then you think about our dog who is not much larger than a rabbit. So yes, I am glad that it is dead.
Timmy and Emilie, however, were distraught. Poor Em cried for a long, long time and I ended up holding her until she fell asleep. She has such a tender heart!